The hotel room reeked faintly of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener, but Kitten didn't seem to notice. Her eyes, wide and bright with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, were fixed on Luke as he locked the door.
"Ready to be a filthy girl?" Luke asked, his voice a low growl. Kitten nodded, her fingers nervously tracing the intricate lines of the tattoo snaking around her wrist.
She was wearing a delicate black lingerie set beneath a loose, oversized shirt. She shrugged it off, revealing her small boobs straining against the lace. Luke's gaze devoured her as she kicked off her shoes, revealing the tops of her stockings.
He didn't waste any time. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers. She tasted of sweet lip gloss and something wild, untamed. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, urging her to reciprocate.
She moaned softly as he broke the kiss, his hands tracing the curves of her body. He lifted her onto the bed, her stockings catching on the rough fabric of the bedspread. "Spread for me, baby," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
Kitten obeyed, her legs parting willingly. Luke knelt between them, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips. He reached down, gently parting her folds, exposing her wet, glistening gaping slit. He began to lick, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes.
She cried out, her body arching towards him. He continued to lick and suck, driving her wild with pleasure. When he felt her shuddering beneath him, he pulled back, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom. Kitten watched him, her eyes glazed with lust. He rolled it on, then positioned himself between her legs. "Doggy style?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She nodded eagerly, scrambling onto her hands and knees. Luke entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. He thrust deeper, harder, his hips slamming against her ass. She moaned his name, her body shaking with each stroke.
He could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew she was close. He picked up the pace, driving her towards the edge. Finally, with a final, earth-shattering thrust, she came, her body convulsing in his arms.
He continued to pump inside her, savoring the feeling of her release. When he finally came himself, he collapsed on top of her, his body trembling with exhaustion.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, the only sound the gentle rhythm of their hearts. Luke rolled off her, pulling her close. "You're one filthy kitten," he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. Kitten giggled, nuzzling her face into his neck. She was young, wild, and eager to please. And Luke was more than happy to oblige.
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